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on standby
I got a jugg sense, I know when a ham by
I used to rock Levi's, 'Miris crammed now
Up the blick and he turned pussy, boy
You ain't a dog i feel like

older days
When I was bumping Odelay
Till I got a whip with a
Roof that could fold away
Or secret service jogging by my motorcade
If I had listened my

the man, dog
Booty big, I couldn't keep my hands off
Baby make it jiggle with your pants off
Cause playing with my balls
Ain't enough no more
Tonight you

slam" (wow)
And I got slime, got that jam, oh jam
In the nighttime, I slide by, pants open (hey)
The one, I ball like Ibaka, blocka 
With

be your ball
Wanna see your all 'cause you bad too
Leave these thoughts, 'posed to get me fucked 
Like it be just us 'cause it had to
Make me lie,

want to see me this way
Lord, I hope right now she's wagging her tail
Oh, and playing ball with Jesus and not waiting by herself

There won't be

empty halls
Why have a ballroom with no balls?
Finally they're opening up the gates

There'll be happy smiling people
It'll be totally strange
But

been forgotten got a raw deal
Couple Dollar Generals, Little Caesar's and a ball field
Give up on our dreams, man, it seems that we all will
Settle

Closed walls but you act like you know me
How could I be so naive?

Gracious moments followed by disaster
I let you in 
I let you win 
 
Time is

Love should never need a painkiller
If only we could share what we're feeling
Instead, you and I are nothin' but passers by
Moods keep swingin'

thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

up, talk that bitch with manners
This a B-ball court, you the basketball, I ain't passin', but you know I got good handles
She say, "Fatt, My feet

Deep inside of everyone
There's a hot ball of shame
Guilt, regret, anxiety
Fears we dare not name
But, if we show the ugly parts
That we hide

Mama's in the kitchen, hummin' along
To a hymn that you learn that you sing on Sunday
Daddy's in the back throwin' a ball
To a kid with a dream

jungle holocaust
Combustible tomahawks and Molotov's
Welcome to the Monster's Ball
The worst is yet to come
Hold the microphone like stone
Focus on chrome

Mary by the balls
And from Nazareth they went
To the city of Bethlehem
For registration and taxing, right on then

The bastard child was born
Long before

Yeah
I told Hit-Boy he needs to rap more
I built myself up, brick by brick but I don't trap no more
Yeah, I ain't full of myself, I'm impactful

has been foretold

A mighty warrior
Questing to valleys unknown

A village of wizards revealed my the way
They saw it by scrying a magical ball